“i won't leave you." with russpa
you know what. i've had an idea... cardverse, anyone? 👀
Treachery
The council is dismissed. Plans have been established, orders have been given, and when the sun rises tomorrow, horses and soldiers shall ride off in the direction of Spades.
It is too late to withdraw their declaration now.
As the room empties of ministers and miscreants, only two figures eventually remain. One sits in his chair at the head of the table, exhausted from the talks; the other has lurked in the shadows for the entire council gathering and only now, as their privacy becomes concrete, does he move away from the doors he has guarded to stand at the other’s side.
One is Ivan, King of Clubs. The other is Antonio, Ace of Diamonds—a long way from home, yet precisely where he needs to be.
“So,” the Ace begins, his hand settling on the back of Ivan’s chair, “how do you feel that went?”
The other gives a light scoff. “As well as any such gathering can go.”
“But you still believe that this is the right thing to do?”
“I do.”
“Good. That’s good,” Antonio determines with a smile that imbues him with a sense of pride and relief.
He moves his hand to Ivan’s shoulder, wanting to share such feelings with him. In turn, Ivan’s hand drifts up and gently settles down on top of Antonio’s, which makes the Ace only happier. To think, it was only a year ago that they first stood in this room alone together—that he and Ivan started to get to know each other beyond their official titles…
Antonio shouldn’t be there. Not really. Francis believes he is in Clubs to oversee talks so that he can return to Diamonds with the information, the decisions, and the insight that will help their own kingdom decide whether neutrality or belligerence is best. In truth, however, he is there for Ivan—to make sure Ivan goes ahead, that Clubs’ plans are fully fleshed out, and to provide strategic, moral, and more… personal support to the king.
(The rest of the Clubs royals were dismissed with the council. Similarly to Francis, they believe he is there to help them, to support them, and to potentially convince Diamonds to join their effort. Maybe he still will. Or, maybe he won’t…)
He brushes the back of his fingers against the other’s cold cheek. “I have faith that this will work,” Antonio remarks, fingers becoming a hand when Ivan starts to lean into the touch (how can he resist?). “Spades have much to answer for. If this is what it takes for them to finally see the damage they have done and the bridges they have burnt, then so be it.”
Ivan hums. He lifts Antonio’s hand from his face and brings it in front of him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. The tenderness used to surprise him—it is so unexpected of a man so outwardly intimidating as Ivan—but now, he relishes in it, adores it, misses it when he is away.
“It is a shame,” the king says, “that you will have to go tomorrow. If it weren’t for this war, I would invite you to stay for longer than planned.”
“Well,” Antonio replies, taking up residence on the other’s broad lap, “I don’t have to go, I suppose…”
Ivan smiles, feeble, unsure, though he still holds Antonio, who duly rests his arm around the other’s shoulders. He says, “But you do. Your king is waiting for you; you have a duty to him and to your kingdom to return,” with a solemnity about him.
“I won’t leave you,” Antonio tells him, however. “Not if you do not want me to.”
“You will hardly stay if I have to go to war.”
“Your men will go to war. You will stay here, at least until a chance at victory appears,” the Ace insists. “Until then, we cannot risk our most important piece. If they got their hands on you so soon, it would… It would be catastrophic.”
Yet, Ivan does not worry about himself. He does not worry about what would become of himself if he were to fall into enemy hands. Rather, his smile holds, and with his fingertips he finds Antonio’s face—finds the scar that strikes down across his eye and into his cheek—which becomes the subject of his affection.
No one else is allowed to touch his face, at risk of losing their hand. But when Ivan does it, Antonio's hatred dies, and in its place is born a sort of peace. That is, a peace that interferes with his desire for revenge, yet one that… makes living easier. It is such a rare, curious feeling.
"Whatever happens," Ivan goes on to say, "I will make sure that Spades pay for what they did to you and your home. As you said, they have much to answer for, and I will pry those answers from them with my own bare hands if I must."
The sentiment is warming. It is as though he has not a king but a knight in his grasp, a fighter willing to do anything for him, even at the expense of his own life. Antonio has to make use of that while he can; when Clubs goes to war tomorrow, Diamonds will not follow. He needs Ivan. He needs Ivan to fight for him and his dignity.
But, if Ivan should do the unthinkable and fail him, then his use will unfortunately expire, and Antonio will have to explore other his options.
Francis has been easy enough to persuade to his whims in the past. As for Ludwig, well… Antonio is not one to back down from a challenge. He always finds a way in the end.
[ final wordcount, 953 words! ]
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{i am the caretaker of souls} Just a heads up, my computer is having some serious issues and I need to take some time to try to fix it or determine if I need to buy another one. It's only a little over a year old, which is infuriating, but it's complaining of registry errors and memory access failures, it won't run any games or process graphically intensive websites (like this one) very well, and after using it for only a couple hours, it grinds almost to a halt and becomes damn near unusable. With my job entirely online and starting up on Sept. 3rd, this is so not okay. I need to take care of this ASAP.
I'm pretty good with computers, but my dad is better. He's got 50+ years experience with working with them. I'm going to hand my computer off to him in an hour and he'll take the night to see if it's saveable. I've done some writing in advance, knowing I wasn't going to have my computer for most of the night but I have no idea when I might be getting my computer back from him tonight. If it's early enough that I can post what I've already done and work on even more, then that's what I'll do. If not, then I'll just post/write for this blog tomorrow instead.
I just wanted to let everyone know what was going on, in case I'm not on at all tonight. So if it's quiet here tonight because I got my computer back from him way too late and just went to bed, heh, then you can expect me to be here tomorrow instead.
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Hello, glad your finals seem to have finished favorably.
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